O: The world now has a female NHL coach, an all-gals Ghostbusters reboot, and millions of proud “nasty women.” But mariachi is still pretty much a boys’ club. How did you get in?

Mireya Ramos: Traditionally, mariachi is passed down from generation to generation, which is how I first learned it. My dad was a mariachi, and he used to sing me to sleep with classics like “Caminos de Michoacán.” I never thought I’d follow in his footsteps—until I was asked to join a group in New York City when I was 21. I performed with them for five years, and I was one of the only girls playing mariachi in the city. So I decided to start an all-female band. It was harder than I thought.